Viking Female Names Novels & Stories

Helen stammered, then shot Flara an irritated glare. Flara stopped and looked behind her. There was nothing but boundless darkness—the shadows of trees swaying within it. She swallowed hard, then turned back to the short-haired girl: “Frigg… I won’t complain anymore.” That’s right—this tomboyish, short-haired girl was Frigg. Daughter of Fjörgynn and Nótt, a figure of high standing within the Vanir tribe, yet also mocked by many as a wild child—unloved by either parent.

mum replied "My wolfs name, how did you get ragnarok from Lagertha?" "Lagertha is originally a viking name" mum answered "Ok thanks mum" then ended the mind-link " mum said she had a hunch based on my wolfs name" "Your mums right, i am named after the greatest shield maden, and I have made it my lifes mission to uphold her name with honor"

Really bad. Valkyrie Alice's real name is Prungva, which means; She who misses and loses love. The Valkyrie's weakness lies in their real name, which is why the Valkyries have always kept their ancient name hidden. If Alice really does fall in love with Lancaster, then only a tragic fate awaits them. And it's not just their fate that will end tragically if Vlad finds out the truth. 'Gregs, what's wrong?" I was too deep in my thoughts that I didn't notice that Lana, who had previously chatted with Ella, was now standing beside me.

Everyone clapped and walked past her again, to introduce themselves with the Wiccan name they had once adopted at their initiation. ‘Blessed be, I'm Kerian,’ Liza kissed her on both cheeks, ‘my name means dark-haired.’ ‘Blessed be, my name is Gaea,’ Anke had tears in her eyes, ‘my name means earth.’ ‘Blessed be, Ohana is my name,’ Jente hugged her. ‘Sweetheart, my name means, from the forest.’ ‘Blessed be, they call me Ville,’ Raven gave her an encouraging wink and kissed her forehead. ‘And that means protector, yours, among other things.’ He leaned toward her, the look in his bright blue eyes warming her.

Anyone who had studied the basics of Norse Mythology knew that Loki had three children with a giantess who became the mother of monsters. There was Fenrir, a gigantic and ferocious wolf, the huge serpent, Jörmungandr, and their daughter, Hel. Hel looked exactly as described. A smaller woman sat on her lap with her face buried in the Demon Queen’s neck. Fenrir nodded and strode down the red carpet as though it were he who ruled the Sixth Faction. “Who’s the other lady?” I whispered at his back. “Sigyn,” Fenrir replied. “My stepmother.”

She was inches from my thigh, her lips parting into a soft, inviting curve. "You can call me whatever pleases you, Alpha," she breathed, her warm, scented breath brushing against the heavy wool of my trousers. "But my allies call me Veda." Veda. The name hit my mind like a physical blow. Veda Sinclair—the female Brielle Whitmore had mentioned earlier today. The border wolf who had suddenly appeared in the hotel lobby acting cold and distant. Before her fingers could unbuckle the silver clasp of my trousers, a wave of absolute fury erupted in my chest.